"Hey, I've met a rich old man, and he's supervising me. Okay, rich old man, I'll start working right away."

Under Wang Yishan's supervision, Shen Xiaobei began to draw lines and cut.

Doing his favorite job, Shen Xiaobei feels very comfortable and enjoys this feeling, feeling quite fulfilled.

Seeing how skilled she was, drawing lines and cutting with such precision, without wasting any fabric, Wang Yisan's eyes were filled with admiration.

She didn't expect that this young and pretty military wife had such superb craftsmanship, which was not inferior to the old tailors she used to deal with in her hometown.

Even worse than them.

She knew that to be able to practice his skills to this level, he must have put in a lot of hard work behind the scenes, and she couldn't help but look at Shen Xiaobei with some admiration.

While the two were busy cutting and supervising in Shen Xiaobei's room, Rao Junxia came over with her two daughters.

As soon as she arrived, she exclaimed, "Wow, Xiaobei, you're amazing! You really are a genuine tailor! I want to be your apprentice and learn how to make clothes from you!"

"Sister Junxia, ​​I wouldn't dare just casually accept a disciple here! If my Xichuan knew about this, he'd probably say I'm ignorant!"

"Look at this woman, she's so cowardly when it comes to her man!"

"Shanshan, Xiaobei isn't being cowardly. She's being affectionate with her man, isn't she, Xiaobei?"

"Of course, the one who knows me best is Sister Junxia, ​​hahaha..."

Three women, one drama.

Despite being interrupted by the singing of the other two women, Shen Xiaobei was still able to cut the fabric accurately and smoothly. She was quite impressed with herself!

I feel like you’re not far from being called a master, right?